Slowlove Stories

Lucas is a mafia boss. Everybody expects him to be ruthless, cold and scary. To the people he seems like a traditional mafia boss. But underneath he is soft boy. Never had a kiss, is still a virgin but pretends he fucked every woman imaginable. Nobody expects the mafia boss to be uncomfortable when a woman touches him. But he is. Arya is the type of person who looks at you and you apologize even though she didn't say anything. She escaped an abusive relationship, does what everybody is afraid to do, doesn't care about other's feelings. And certainly isn't looking for a boy who will wait however long she needs him to wait. Lucas never expected to meet a person like Arya cold, calm and always one step ahead. Arya never expected to meet a boy who acts tough but is a sweet, shy guy. She isn't like every other secretary he ever had. She is the exact opposite. Best places 1st - shy boy 5th - good boy 8th - goldenretriever 2nd - slowlove 2nd - slowromance 1st - non-teen 2nd - shyguy Photos are not mine. Credits to the owners. Don't repost this is my original work

Kaito Sakamori thought high school would be simple: playing basketball, hanging out with friends, and maybe some romance. Instead, his two childhood friends, sweet and beautiful Akane and cute and fiery Hikari, both set their sights on him and neither plans to lose. Then a mysterious beauty enters the equation, while Kaito's chaos-loving sister makes everything even more complicated. In a world overflowing with rom-com clichés, Kaito's ordinary high school life is about to become anything but.

A story about Layne, a gay femboy, how his life progresses, and how he is abandoned by his once loved ones through his many walks of life but still manages to find new or maybe even re-discover some old love, which is also a bit of a slow burn. Maybe not too well written as if is my first Wattpad. I don't have much to add in the description but I do suggest you read it to get a good grasp of the story and decide for yourself how you like it, I would really appreciate it if you would give this one a read.

Zahra Ahmed is three steps away from making partner at Lahore's premier corporate law firm. She is sharp, relentless, and has zero interest in playing the dutiful Pakistani bride. She built her life on control, logic, and self-reliance-until a twenty-five-year-old family secret crashes through her boardroom doors. Twenty five years ago, a failed joint venture and a desperate promise bound the Ahmed family to the powerful Mirza empire. Now, the debt has matured, and Zayyaan Mirza has come to collect. At thirty one, Zayyaan is a ruthless corporate titan-a man of few words, quiet observation, and absolute composure. He doesn't want a trophy wife, but he needs to fulfill his late grandfather's dying mandate to secure control of his family's enterprise. And the contract specifies one person: Zahra. Forced into an unwanted marriage to clear her father's crippling debt, Zahra enters Zayyaan's world armed with sarcasm and legal warfare. But Zayyaan isn't the overbearing tyrant she expected, nor is he a man you can push around. As corporate rivalries, family secrets, and unspoken tension boil over, two unyielding minds collide. In a marriage built on obligation, love was never part of the agreement-and surrender is not an option.

Josephine Matthews had once created beauty for the world. Every outfit. Every image. Every unforgettable moment. She was the woman behind the stars. Until one day, she disappeared. No explanation. No goodbye. Years later, she had built a quiet life away from the cameras, the fame, and the people who once knew her name. Then Kang Ji-hoon returned. The artist who had never forgotten her. The person who remembered her before the world changed her. But time had passed. Lives had changed. And feelings that were once easy to ignore had become impossible to hide. Between fame, secrets, betrayal, and unfinished emotions, Josephine had to decide if she was willing to step back into the spotlight. Because sometimes the person who knows your darkest moments is the same person who can make you feel alive again. © 2026 Relle H.

*COMPLETE* After a month of endless suffering my "Guardian" angel decided to throw one more hurdle my way to end the month and gave me a terrible cold. I got the full nine yards, the runny nose, body aches, fever and the sore throat. Hot right? Yeah and I definitely wasn't going for hot when I decided partially cured from my cold that I would go for a walk and happen to bump into the hottest man I've ever met... God he was attractive, his body looked like he was a football player.. no scratch that maybe a hockey player..? Probably chiseled under his black tight shir- Okay I'm getting ahead of myself. This story is 18+ !

You are too fragile for this world, Yoongi. That's why you stay right here with me." Min Yoongi is far too sweet and fragile for this world, and Jeon Jungkook knows it. Accustomed to getting whatever he wants, Jungkook is met with stubborn rejections when he tries to pursue the quiet baker. But when shadows from Yoongi's past threaten his safety, Jungkook will do whatever it takes to claim him, protect him, and keep him safe in his arms. 🌸🔥 Min Yoongi is sweet, quiet, and far too innocent for his own good. Protected behind the high gates of Jeon Jungkook's estate, he has everything he could ever ask for-and a partner who adores the ground he walks on. Billionaire Jeon Jungkook has a quick temper and strict rules, but Yoongi is his absolute sanctuary. He spoils Yoongi endlessly, but when his sweet boy makes a mistake or puts himself in harm's way, Jungkook doesn't hesitate to teach him a lesson. A story of first site, heavy possessiveness, absolute devotion, and the softest care. 🖤✨ Dom-jungkook Sub-yoongi #yoonkook #namjoon #seokjin #taehyung #jimin #jhope

She never expected him. He had expected only her. Now, they have one room, one year, and a story neither of them planned to live.

She came to Gwangju to outrun a version of herself she no longer recognized, carrying nothing but a sealed envelope and the particular courage of a woman who had learned that wanting something openly was its own kind of risk. The letter was never meant for him. He was leather and silence and the kind of history that made people lower their voices when his name surfaced in conversation. He was also twenty, younger than her by two years, and carried in those years a compression that made him seem older in the ways that mattered and younger in the ways that hurt. He read what she wrote to another man, and instead of mocking her, he handed it back with two fingers and told her the other man did not deserve it. What followed was not a love story that rushed. It was built in back alleys behind soup restaurants, in the weight of phone calls that arrived after midnight, in the vibration of a motorcycle between her thighs and the particular freedom of moving fast enough that the past could not keep pace, in the slow and terrifying process of learning that the walls they had constructed were not decorative-they were load-bearing, built against real things, and opening a door in them for another person required a courage neither of them took lightly. Gwangju was alive with drama, tension, grief, and warmth, and the city did not protect its people from consequence. Friendships cracked under pressure. A past she believed she had outrun arrived with the calm of someone who had never accepted her leaving. Love arrived through the wrong door and refused to leave quietly. And not everything that broke was put back together the way it had been before. This was a story about what happened when two people who had survived real things finally encountered someone worth surviving for. It was mature, unhurried, and deeply human, and it did not look away from the cost of becoming someone who could actually be loved.

Everyone falls for her. He's the only one who doesn't. At least not at first. She's the girl people love- soft, warm, a little chaotic. She remembers your coffee order, smiles too easily, and makes everything feel lighter. He's rude. Cold. Impossible to read. He doesn't believe in soft things. Not in love at first sight. Not in smiles that mean too much. Not in people who make everything look easy. What begins as irritation turns into something far more dangerous. A pull neither of them understand, but tension neither of them can ignore. This is not soft. Not simple. It's chaos. And it might just ruin them both. * Love-hate dynamics * Emotional intensity * Slow-burn romance * Heartbreak and longing

"𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍... 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒕𝒉." 𝗞𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗲𝗷𝘂𝗻 grew up with money, rules, and emotionally disconnected. As the middle son of the Kang family, he learned early that wanting things only made life complicated. He keeps his distance from people. He has no interest in feelings. Nothing ever caught his attention for longer than necessary. And then there was her. Little did he know that his interest in her would soon turn into a burning desire. 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗜𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗹 works in the Kang household as a deaf maid. She is not there to serve, but is there for a mission to find her missing sister. And that was the plan until Sejun is the first to notice she can hear. For the first time in years, he feels pulled toward someone without understanding why. He keeps her secret, but he's using her like a pawn in his game. Iseul hates that he knows her secret. She hates how he sees through and hates how she cannot ignore him the way she ignores everyone else. He is the one person she cannot predict and that threatens everything she came for. What begins as control and caution turns into something they both refuse to name. Desire for answers. Loathing for weakness. Neither of them knows when they stopped observing and started wanting. ──── ──── "I don't know what you've done to me, but I can't un-want you." His voice dropped, and his hand remained at the back of his neck like he was frustrated with himself. "Then you should've stayed away." She kept trying not to let anything slip through her expression. "I can't... control." His gaze didn't move from her, like letting go of it would make the words less true.

Y/n L/n has always preferred writing love stories than living one. She's a successful young author with a quiet a personality, a strange Quirk that causes stars to appear in her eyes whenever she's excited, and absolutely no idea what to do when it comes to making friends. Then she meets Eijiro Kirishima by chance at a ramen shop. What starts as one unexpected conversation quickly turns into friendship. Before long, the two are spending nearly every day together. Going to arcades. Getting food. Shopping. Walking each other home. Sharing secrets. Making each other laugh. Their ocean walks. They're just friends. At least, that's what they tell everyone. Because they're definitely not going on dates. They're definitely not looking for excuses to see each other and they're definitely not falling in love. As the seasons change and their friendship slowly becomes something neither of them knows how to name, one question remains. How long can two people call themselves "just friends" when everyone else can see what's happening? Maybe they'll figure it out... Her quirk I had it based off of Sailor Moon!!

Annalise an OC of mine. She's the youngest of the Ro'meave family. Finding a love for magicks and witchcraft, she learns healing and protection from them separately. She discovers the secrets that her power-hungry brother is hiding, trying to find a way to stop him while locating her two other brothers who left when she was young. Finding a map of a place called Phoenix Drop in her brother's office, she is set to find Phoenix Drop and hopefully find her brothers there and inform the Lord of Phoenix Drop about her brother's evil plans. Does Annalise find Phoenix Drop? Or trouble? (All characters belong to Aphmau except Annalise and a couple of other characters that are mentioned a couple of times)

Love was never part of Nyra's plan-especially not through an arranged marriage. Then she meets Eshan, a quiet potter whose patience speaks louder than words. Some people fall in love at first sight. Nyra and Eshan fall in love one conversation... one meeting... one quiet moment at a time. Their first meeting is ordinary. The second is unexpected. By the fourth, everything begins to change. Can two quiet souls discover that love doesn't have to be loud to be unforgettable?

To the world, he is a ghost. A myth whispered in dark alleys. To her, he is the only man who makes her feel safe. Nikolai Volkov does not rule his syndicate with noise; he rules it with a terrifying, absolute silence. He is a man stripped of humanity, cold as a Russian winter, and calculating enough to bring the city's entire underworld to its knees. He doesn't show mercy, he doesn't compromise, and he certainly doesn't feel. Until Clara Vance is brought into his fortress. Caught in the crossfire of a brutal family debt she didn't owe, Clara expects a death sentence when she meets the infamous Don. Instead, she finds a man who speaks to her in a low, whisper, whose terrifying gaze softens the moment it lands on her. While the rest of the world trembles at his feet, Nikolai treats Clara like something fragile, grounding his chaotic, violent mind with a single glance. But in Nikolai's world, a soft heart is a fatal flaw. As their quiet obsession deepens into an intense, slow-burning devotion, his enemies catch wind of the monster's only weakness. When Clara becomes the ultimate target in a bloody mafia war, the lines between protection and destruction blur. Nikolai will burn the entire city to ash to keep her safe-because anyone who dares to touch his sanctuary will learn exactly why he is feared.

Fck this Bakugo. I'm gonna fcking kill him. None of the characters, other than Ame Jin and Y/n L/n are mine. CW: swearing (obviously) difficult family lives fighting idk, might get a little descriptive

He never planned on sharing his home. She never planned on staying. Rowan Vella has his life arranged with the precision of someone who trusts routines more than people. Lunaire arrives carrying little more than a suitcase, a notebook, and the quiet determination to start over. Under the same roof, they become nothing more than two strangers trying not to inconvenience each other. Until ordinary days begin to blur. Morning greetings become conversations. Shared dinners become traditions. Silence becomes comfort. And somewhere between forgotten wallets, grocery bags, stolen chocolates, late-night laughter, and sunsets that never seem to end... leaving stops feeling easy. Because not every love story begins with a confession. Some begin with a spare room. And some people don't walk into your life to change it. They simply stay... long enough for it to never be the same again.

She was placed in his path on purpose. The photograph was not an accident. What Eclipse Entertainment called damage control-fifty pages of contract clauses and manufactured milestones-was supposed to be a product. Two careers. One fabricated intimacy. A bargain neither of them agreed to. What no one planned was that the lie would crack open. Faith Monroe was a biracial Black-and-Korean solo artist trying to hold her identity together within an industry that wanted a manageable portion of it. Kang Jaehun was a veteran idol leader who had been performing dependability for so long that he had forgotten where the performance ended. They were forced into a fake relationship, then a staged proposal, then a real marriage neither of them had chosen, and somewhere inside all of that, something real began. But the real thing was the most dangerous thing either of them had ever touched. This was a slow burn across sixteen years. It included a decade of industry machinery, a love that took years to become honest, a postpartum crisis that nearly ended everything, a divorce, and the brutal, slow work of two people becoming worth a second chance. It included an anti-fan who poisoned a drink, a group of five boys who became men and lost each other along the way, a grandmother who died refusing to name her own great-grandchildren, and a rooftop where a man sat for three hours, wondering if the city would notice if he never came down. It did not fade to black. It did not look away. It told the whole truth. Mature themes throughout. Explicit content. Mental health. Medical realism. Racism depicted in full. This is a story about the cost of being seen when the world would rather look away, and about the specific miracle of two people who learned to see each other clearly. ©️ _RelleLebby_//R.L.

"Her flowers are wilting." A mourning ronin, lost in the way of his life and his very own meaning. The bamboo hatted Akira Akarazu eventually ventures his way, facing against a woman with a bloody katana in hand. An oni. Artist : stella_cat196 Author : trueauthorsharuru Platform : Instagram ありがとうございます。

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